Maureen… Maureen Moore… Isn’t that Mom‘s name?
“What are you standing there for? Go on!” Vinson said, interrupting her stunned reverie as he gave her a little shove from behind.
Arielle entered the restaurant without comment, dismissing the naming as a coincidence. It was only eleven in the morning, the restaurant was nearly empty as it was not lunchtime.
Arielle glanced around and thought the decor to be expansive and simplistic. Though it looked good, she found nothing special about it aside from the name.
Arielle sat across from Vinson without a word. She did not speak until Vinson started browsing the menu. “What is special about this restaurant?”
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